07 July, 2022

Quarter Life Weeps

From the end I start
writing because the beginning
never begins. Poetry betrays.

It is like love. It
never ends. The time sucks the
distance. Your eyes break the heart.

No god is in near
conversation. Deaf and dumb
speak with pain of earth. She burns silently.

Satish Verma

06 July, 2022

When Ocean Burns

I drill a wall of crime
The love birds want to come
to shake the legs of truism.

The label of philosophy
suffers. What was essential to live
in peace without blood forever?

Do you make a room
of embraces? Religion always
drags you to taste the dust.

Satish Verma

05 July, 2022

This is My Poem

A sea anemone watches
the expanding bank of turbulent
water to stretch the full moon.

Traveling to no place,
I ask the ash and smoke to go up.
Was there any cure of heart pain?

Who will let go now the
speechless? I want only prayers of
immigrants to hide the sun.

Satish Verma

04 July, 2022

Time Takes Revenge

Altered footprints.
Don't be proud. Like an immersive
moon floating on the black sea.

The hate crime prospers.
I open my sacred books. The
greatest thoughts are wiped out.

My school is dead.
A barren land is producing
euphorbia and sadness.

Satish Verma

03 July, 2022

Stroking the Fire

You drink marijuana
and become Orpheus. You are still
alive though dead long back.

Was it serendipitous?
You burn every book and read the
ash and agni. Nightingale sings.

When you look outside,
you are searching inside. The creator
becomes creation in the temple of god.

Satish Verma

02 July, 2022

You Need Charity

The curse rebounds,
like a raccoon you want to wash
the victim in pure water.

You turn to be on
the top of names, but cannot
sell the privacy of red blooms

Sit under a palm
tree. It throws very small shadows,
but will remind you of sanctity.

Satish Verma

01 July, 2022

What the World Needs?

My mind burns very
fast. Not to see my own body, like
a sardine, laid as if it was my last birth.

This was an atmosphere
of abandonment. You cannot stop
yourself from seeing bloodbath everyday...

Let me share the sorrow
of the moon and the Bo tree. Can you

block the end times O god?

Satish Verma